My Average Summer Day
As I take a breath of the fresh morning air,
just over the horizon- The sun rises
The birds are chirppin'- cars are
driving
As I exhale my first breath-it hits
me
The vast foggy morning heat comes
across my body.
What happen'd to spring? Why the sudden
heat?
Perhaps a change in climate- In humans?
Maybe it has always been like this?
These are questions I ask myself as
my thoughts drift further from reality
and deeper into my curiosity for
the unknown.
I've always been infatuated with walking
thru doors without knowing what's on
the other side.
You could say: I'm a truth seeker.
Copyright © Danny Panico | Year Posted 2011
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